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Who is Freddie with no gun? I ain't playin', havin' fun I just wanna live my best life I will kill you and your ex wife I'm living large but it ain't just pickin' up I need these bodies dead, all stacked up Keepin' all my shit, I keep a Glock up on my hip You bitches wanna test my clip, I keep it loaded, never miss I don't give two fuckin' shits you little rascal, let you run Can't escape from Freddie's gun, snucked the .40s, which one? Got my Glock, got my shawty, aimin' at the fuckin' party Oh what's up, its yo birthday, Freddie's got a little gift Got some bullets flying through ya, shut the fuck up stupid bitch I'm not lyin', why you cryin', asking why you fuck with this Cocked it back and now I'm aimin' at yo' head Cocked it back and now yo' bitches friends is dead Pull the triggеr now yo' body filled with lead Pull the triggеr and I do not want no cred Cocked it back and now I'm aimin' at yo' head Cocked it back and now yo' bitches friends is dead Pull the trigger now yo' body filled with lead Pull the trigger and I do not want no cred Cocked it back and now I'm aimin' at yo' head Cocked it back and now yo' bitches friends is dead Pull the trigger now yo' body filled with lead Pull the trigger and I do not want no cred Cocked it back and now I'm aimin' at yo' head Aus Songtexte Mania